The Prince Of The Gallows

An obscurely-referenced poem of Harry Potter, the Master Of Death - May He Rest In Hell.

 

The Prince Of The Gallows

 

He sits upon the wooden beams

Above the hanging ropes

He haunts the children's darkest dreams

The corners where monsters dare not go

 

His eyes glow green under the hollow tree

And ravens perh upon his shoulder

The moon glows red in the wake of the eve

As the fading sun starts to smoulder

 

The night resonates with the damned's wails

Yet they are not heeded for away they whist

And "Suspended!" shouts the man clothed in blak-may-pale

And the cadavers fall to the abyss

 

He laughs at their plight, at their struggling

Amused at their fultile fight

He rejoices at their newborn weeping

Enjoying their despair at its height

 

He dances to his victims' screams

From their dried, asphyxiated throats

He blesses at All Hallows' Eve

At Samhain's feast he boasts